Truthfully, I don't really know why I'm writing this right now. I just saw the button to edit the user page, and had the urge to write something here. I have no idea what I want to write, but we'll make it up as we go.
And there's something. I say we, but it's really just me, talking to myself, yet there you are reading this, in what is my future, but your present. Time, and information, and writing things down is weird like that.
Well, whatever.
I don't think this is going to go in any sort of coherent direction.
Something I find that brings me comfort is music. I believe that to be true for many people.
But there's just something about music that expresses the human spirit and conveys emotions so much better than anything else.
If there is one thing in our world that truly possesses magic, I think that it is music.
I know my reasons for believing that, but I don't feel like taking the time to explain this to random future people.
Anyway, music and darkness.
Two things that make me feel comfortable. I know most people think of the darkness as scary, but truthfully, darkness is great. It's like an immaterial hug surrounding you on all sides.
At least, it is for me.
This might not make sense to you, but I prefer complete darkness, unable to see anything, to having a small amount of light to see.
Now, I like being able to see when I'm going to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
But what I mean is when I'm lying in bed, I want to not be able to see a difference between my eyes being open or closed.
I play piano, and I am rather good at it. At least, people say I am.
Whenever I play in recitals, I only focus on the few mistakes I made, believing I did terrible.
I missed maybe 5 notes and 3 chords, a bit of hesitation here and there.
Terrible, you're bad at this.
But the thing is, I was playing a 4 1/2 minute classical piece entirely from memory.
I don't know why I'm saying this.
Anyway, I somehow never understand just how impressive that actually is.
I think it's because I'm comparing myself to the other kids playing at the recital, instead of thinking of it compared to people who can't play piano. I don't know.
What I mean to say is, no matter how good I may be at something, no matter how skilled, I spend so long trying to get the tiny imperfections right, that I never step back to truly appreciate how good every other aspect of the thing is.
I know I'm not the only person to think like this.
So, maybe someone out there needs to hear this.
Take a step back from what you are working on. Look at the big picture. Focus on what you are getting right across the board, as opposed to the tiny little mess ups only you notice.
Back to music and darkness. Sitting in the dark, listening to music. Nothing beats it. If you ever get a chance, just sit down in the darkest place you can find, pop in some ear buds, and just vibe. Truly the greatest thing ever.
What have I achieved here?
No idea.
But, for whatever reason, I had this inexplicable urge to write stuff down on my profile for a website solely dedicated to My Little Pony Fanfiction.
To all you future people who may or may not be reading this, I just want you to know that tooth paste is actually just bone cleaner.
UglyPotato
(I've been lowkey thinking about changing my username, but I've never gotten around to it, nor can I think of any good replacements)
Thanks for adding The Guard of a Different Stripe to your favorites! I hope you enjoyed it.
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I loved it. The humor was perfect and the premise is amazingly stupid, yet it somehow works. I don’t normally favorite stories, but this one just spoke to me and demanded to be added to the short list of stories in my favorites bookshelf.
Btw I’m the lamp dude from the discord server.
Thank you for favoriting a story I wrote because I was bored (there's also a longer story)
Thank you for the watch; I hope my future work is worthy of your attention.
Here to make your day 'cuz why not
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